Michael Clifford fan fic :D

Part four

"What!? Whats the big deal?!" I yelled.

"Emily." Michael said, putting a hand over mine.

"The big deal is that you can't sleep with guys while you're on the squad." Rachel told me.

"Well then you're in for a heap of trouble." Michael said quietly.

I stifled a laugh.

"Excuse you, Im a virgin." Rachel said.

"Yeah in a parallel universe." Michael said.

"Honey, you've slept with more guys than Courtney has." I told her. (Courtney was my older sister, who was THE BIGGEST whore in high-school.)

"Have not!" She screeched.

"Have too!" me and Michael screeched in unison.

We both started dying of laughter, because our voices sounded higher than her's did.

"Losers." She said, walking away.

"Your phones ringing." Michael said, handing it to me.

It was my mom. "Oh lord." I said, answering. "Hey mommy!" I said.

"Oh god where have you been?!" She sounded worried.

"Its fine, mum. I spent the night at a friend's house." I told her.

"Oh good. Just call next time." She told me.

"Yes ma'am. And hey, can my new boyfriend come over for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"Of course! I would love to meet him." My mother said.

"Awesome. Ill see you after school." I said, hanging up.

"Dinner?!" Michael looked panicked.

"Whats wrong?" I asked.

"Um... Hello? I have piercings, dyed hair, and gages."

"So?" I asked.

Michael shook his head. "Whatever."

The next classes were a blur. I was anticipating going home with Mikey.

The final bell rang, and i jumped up. I ran to the door and greeted Michael.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Ya!" I said, excited.

"Here you drive my motorcycle." He said.

I looked at him like he was crazy.

"What?" He asked.

"I can't drive a motorcycle!" I exclaimed.

"Sure you can." He said setting me on it. "Just turn this." He showed me the handle.

Michael got on behind me and wrapped his arms around my torso.

Believe it or not, we made it there in one piece.

We walked up my driveway and i turned to Michael.

"Okay... You look really good. My parents'll love you." I said, straightening his shirt.

I opened the door to my house.